why did you go? I don't understand

The door is half open,
The lindens smell sweet ...
On the table, forgotten,
A riding crop and a glove.

The yellow circle of the lamp ...
I'm listening to rustlings.
Why did you go?
I don't understand ...

Tomorrow morning will be
Joyful and bright.
This life is beautiful,
Heart, just be wise.

You are completely exhausted.
Your beating is fainter, more muffled ...
You know, I read somewhere
That souls are immortal.

[Anna Akhmatova {Анна Ахматова} {1889-1966}, 'The door is half open' {February 17, 1911} from The Complete Poems]